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Sitting at the table losing every hand
And the cards come up the same
I keep thinking Iâll get lucky, somethingâs gotta change
And I will catch a flame
Iâm as cold as January, cursed as a Jonah
But I just canât quit the game
Another round I am all in
Iâll beat the odds, someday Iâll win
Luck of the draw, out of my hands
Whatever comes, itâs up to chance
Wager it all, accept the deal
My fate is sealed
Gripped by an addiction
That is driving me to hell
But itâs easily encouraged, everybody all around me
Has the malady as well
We would rather take our chances, bet away the future
Than face up to the smell
Gamble away the moon and stars
The world to be that is not ours
Drunk with the lust for easy wealth
Weâll take the chance, bankrupt ourselves
We bet the farm, no turning back
Even or odd, on red or black
Our future is no longer ours
The outcome rests with higher powers
All bets are down, now spin the wheel
Our fate is sealed.
Gamble away the moon and stars
The world to be that is not ours
Drunk with the lust for easy wealth
Weâll take the chance, bankrupt ourselves
We bet the farm, no turning back
Even or odd, on red or black
Our future is no longer ours
The outcome rests with higher powers
All bets are down, now spin the wheel
Our fate is sealed.
- Álbum:
- Global
- Runddans
- State
- Miscellaneous
- (Re)Production
- Up Against It
- With A Twist...
- No World Order
- Nearly Human
- A Capella
- The Ever Popular Tortured Artist Effect
- Healing
- Hermit Of Mink Hollow
- Faithful
- Initiation
- Todd
- A Wizard, a True Star
- Something/Anything?
- Runt. The Ballad Of Todd Rundgren
- Runt